Why is it that every time a teeth-baring Screamo/ Hardcore/ Metal hero wants to do something a little ‘sensitive’, most immediately gravitate to the artless melodrama of bad Classic Rock, consequently betraying their entire musical statement thus far? In this case our perpetrator is Wade McNeill, front man for Canadian Post-Hardcore outfit Alexisonfire, who feels very comfortable divulging pubescent titbits on the weightiest of subjects in the form of some preposterously literal howlers. While airing every sterile Emo chord-progression in existence, grandiose Meatloaf-esque piano smatters dimly expressed anguish and his vocals’ graceless cadence. A couple of punkish mid-album tracks dabble in the kind of dumb we like, but otherwise; someone fetch this man a personality, or failing that, a metaphor. Hateful.